Archive | February 2015


Just a piece I wrote a while back that I wanted to make into a song.

Yeah, yeah, it’s just some poetry. But I have a duty to post something since I didn’t post anything last week (especially since what I tried to post just crumbled into meaningless words).

Anyway, maybe you enjoy poetry.



An idea lost, yet
Another gained;

Lost in a mind twisted,
with none to blame.

And our time of clarity,
well it never came;

But now I know what
they never dared to say.


If I knew then, what I
know now, then I would have
dreamed longer so I could…

Be a hero.


Everyday in a city
to the west,

People silently watching
the world in stress.

After a day of struggle and a
hopeless divine test,

Comes a man to clean
up the mess.


Well he won’t come, and I
know now that I am
the observer in silence.

And I know all the wishes
of open seas, sails, and fishin’
are just regrets…

Of a hero.


Remember dreams remember
how it once felt;

Feeling you’re chosen before believing
in yourself.

Time to break away, time
to grow up, child;

You can’t change your past,
and you sure can’t change mine.


But oh stop being a villain;
look at all those blessed things that you’re given.
Why can’t you see?

From the bottom he’s risen;
bitter, trashed, sadly living but given:

Of a hero.


I guess,



Cheese for Ponders and Games

“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it’s the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world.That is why loneliness always pervades the hour of twilight…”

– The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Something about that quote that just really gets me pondering. I’m not a dweller on spirituality, but I really do love the idea of spirits actually being nothing but energy. Just energy that makes everything run. And just as energy transforms from one thing to the other, it happens with us. You die, your body turns into dust and returns to the earth, and your soul goes back to free-flowing energy. Yeah, I know the logic is very Final Fantasy-like (because it inspires me, and I love it), but I loved that idea ever since I was a child. It’s jut beautiful, humble, natural, unscathed, and not pestered with ego and a commander of all.

These words remind me of that feeling after a day of being assimilated by “normal life”; when you’re completely alone with your thoughts, somehow (yet for no logical reason) with a prevailing sense of gloom, without your loved ones, without your energy ebbing and flowing according to other fields created by the vibes of others. There comes a haunting loneliness on some nights, a quiet time, where any song seems to be deeper than it really is, more atmospheric, that makes you rethink everything you’re doing.

I always wondered if this happens to others, I’m almost sure that it does, but it’s just one of those things that you see/feel on your own and just enjoy (like floaters, for some strange reason). I always thought it was strange. I kind of always ended up not wanting to sleep, listening to “Fisherman’s Horizon” from Final Fantasy VIII, then just thinking for a long time. About nothing, and with no outcome.

It especially happens sometimes when you’re with your friends (or loved ones) and you’re not doing anything at all but sitting together, and you end up talking for a long time, just looking outside somewhere and hanging out. You can’t really recreate the energy of that moment (man, am I full of it or what…), but you feel it too, don’t you?

I honestly don’t know (do I ever) why or what it is I’m trying to say, but I just felt like saying something, really. And somehow, I think you get it.

I was once told: “if you feel something, it’s almost a sure thing that the other person feels the same energy you feel”. I guess now that I think about that piece of advice (don’t ask) we just all feel the energy of a place, and we all move it, and it affects others the same way it affects you, and you it.

It’s just a fun idea thinking of others as energy. That quote really got me going.


I guess,


Working Class Hippiversary

Creative title for another update post, eh?

But yeah! Such excites! In case you didn’t get what the title is trying to say (I won’t judge your tired brain), it’s been a year since the Working Class Hippie was born!

Well a year and 2 days, because I got distracted and forgot to post…

Oh and I got a new laptop!

Anyway, I won’t share this until later, because of the many political posts on my feed right now. I don’t really want to be that guy happy about his little blog while everyone is trying to “raise awareness” in the world by clicking. But it’s Thursday tomorrow, and nobody would read my happy rant which could potentially ruin the happy vibe in it.

But Saed, aren’t you going to talk about the pilot th-

No. Not going to discuss that at all. Yes, I know it’s a blogger’s goldmine of views when there’s something going on out there, but I (read: Ah) ain’ diggin’ it.

On to sentimental and teary feelings of joy towards the blog!


It’s interesting to see how it all starts and how it becomes, no?

Well It’s funny that it started with the idea of being much more professional, but hey, come on, who are we kidding, we all knew (we being the three people including myself that actually read the blog) that it was gonna take a slightly comical tone when it tries to make a “real” point, because I like it.

On second thought, I guess I won’t be sharing this post at all and try to post something worth reading this weekend. I think I’ve been posting too many updates and not enough work lately. But this isn’t just an update, right? It’s me expressing joy about the blog, and kinda giving myself a pat on the back. I actually enjoy writing here, and here’s to another year with little views, and more outcome.

Remember that painting that I mentioned wanting to do last weekend? Yeah… No. Maybe this weekend.

About the blog, though. I don’t think anyone enjoys reading about a person’s daily thought occurrences, but hey, it started as something for myself where I could just post thoughts, artwork, and (hopefully) music, and it’s still that. It’s just so much easier to be creative with words. Actually maybe I’ll post some of the recent poetry/lyrics I’ve been writing. Mind you (who…?), I don’t sing, but I would like to write some songs and play them then have someone sing over them and maybe I would like sing along or add some vocal harmonies or something like that.

(Random thought, though, is it just me, or are people really weird sometimes? Eh well… You can’t understand everyone’s reasons. Well I think I just got an idea for this weekend’s post.)

Guess that’s it for now, nothing to say, no doodles to share because I forgot to take the computer-USB-phone cable thing from a co-worker. But a good man, he is. Oh wait there’s Bluetooth, guess I’ll do it this weekend, too. Heh…

Happy anniversary, Blog. Here’s to a less half-assed year!

Aaaaaaand publish.




Creative class

Nope, not even attempting to make an intro this time, I’ll just step right in.

How can a country/city breed the creative class? With so many people struggling to get an income, the last thing on their mind is wanting to be creative. The youth, however, is an open group for such ideas. Injecting the pleasure of creativity into the youth could be a catalyst to bringing more creative people into the field. But it does remain that common people/consumers do not pay for the art due to the opportunity cost of doing just that (that, of course, is only true for certain classes that do suffer from such hindrance).

Maybe that will all change in time, with people slowly coming out of their shells and daring to feel safe on their own streets, rather than fearing judgement. It already is changing, isn’t it? The recent unfortunate events in Amman, I believe, has caused us to band together just a little bit more, but is it enough to allow people to feel enough comfort to push the limits of creativity in the country?

Understanding will spread and happen once people put themselves out there to be understood, rather than for them to remain hidden. Backlash and discussion is the pavement for a literally comfortable stroll on your own streets. Men having long hair used to be an odd thing, and while it still is to an extent, I think it’s a lot less of a big deal now, it’s more acceptable, that fact really just makes me consider all the change you can induce in a society by literally just being yourself and not trying to hard to shove your standards in someone’s face, without offending anyone. Silly isn’t it?

It’s just natural, think of all the people you see everyday, whether you talk to them or not, your physical expression is just as important as vocal expression, both of which do make an impression on people you meet. Understanding why someone scrutinizes something is how you can work your way around it, and change their opinion. I mean if people believe random things they hear on television, why would they not believe a person they talk to who has experienced a topic in discussion. At the end of the line, people are going to believe what they want to believe, and they will go on living as if it is their reality, because (especially in our time) you can easily dismiss something as a conspiracy theory, or go on saying something is not what it is because of a theory you know. Logic can be wrong if it was based on lies, especially in politics, so how can you not bring logic into a topic and explain why the other person is wrong? I think even people who seem like they have no sense of logic (which causes a lot of looking-down methods in our culture) do in fact have their own method of thinking, and are not as stupid as you think.

Well the point of the last paragraph was to say that no matter what happens, anything can be changed given there is someone to carry it out and push for it, the mere existence of the creative class right now will push for tons of changes in our scene, culture, and the economy. Sooner or later someone is going to bring better/affordable equipment and allow locals to get good equipment without having to ask someone to get it for them for cheap.

So again, just people to push for it. Just like they made a skate park, and in my eyes it marks a huge step towards a healthier public realm in a city where walking in the streets feels like public nudity. It’s not only the occasional comments that people hear, but the fact that nobody else is there, and that the path is not enclosed enough to give a sense of safety.

All that being said…

There will be no attention paid to anything unless it actually is being used. As long as you whine about the dead city while riding your car around somewhere, you are in a way perpetuating the poor design of the city.




I guess,


Update post!

Hah… yeah… I know I know… I said I’ll be posting weekly, but I’m late this week. And you know what that means! An empty post! I do have some drafts and stuff, but come on I really don’t want to stay up and type. I really don’t feel like it, but it’s kinda happening already.

Maybe I’ll write an update and rant a bit.

So here’s the thing, I have some ideas that I didn’t go through, and I’m hoping I’ll filter a good serious article out next week. Probably about one of these ideas:

  • Discussing the creative class’s value (and its perceived value) in Jordan.
  • Ranting about how Jordan is gonna become Saudi Arabia if the education system isn’t changed from the core. By the way, I don’t mean like we’re going to get rich, I mean our culture is going to become more enclosed.
  • Discuss LEED a bit, maybe even make fun of them for no reason and then rant about how I forgot to talk to my “superiors” about taking the test. Fack.

Now here’s the thing that kinda make this post worthwhile for me.

“All aboard the hype-train!”

Alright crickets, here it is! I am considering making another watercolor painting! Yeah! I know! Totally! Yeah! Right?! Yeah! Okay stop.

Seriously, though, awkward monologue aside, I kinda got excited to talk about the painting. So excited, in fact, that I chose to not go and take a picture of the sketch I made for it, because I was so paralyzed by excitement. But I like it, it’s a tad melancholic but I thought it looked nice and dramatic (as long as I can get some good contrast with my colors, I think it’s a challenge since I kinda play it safe while painting), so we’ll see. Now I just have to think about the colors and all. Bah, it does have a bit of that Vivi Ornitier painting vibe, now that I think about it, but I’ll make sure to try and give it a different character, and I want a different feel/scheme. So I think it’ll be nice. Hmm yes, it’s really coming together in my head. Now actually doing it is a different case.

I’ll try and start working on it this weekend. Oh maybe I’ll post a pic of its concept sketch along with some other sketches, to make up for this very well made post.

Alright that’s good enough, I’m sleepy (and very sorry for this post).

Okay I’m really not sorry, you don’t comment, this is a fair relationship we have, readers.